Liz gets lost en route to her tour and has to ride her bicycle up a very steep hill. Waiting for her at the top is her tour-guide, Mem, a Kurdish musician and film-maker. Leaving bicycles behind they venture out together on a tram, for a lazy afternoon filled with apple-flavoured tobacco smoked on leather couches, cheap whisky drunk at tables with plastic table-cloths, and strong Arabic coffee served in little cups with lots of sugar. They play a game of pool which lasts for hours. Mem wins, eventually.